broccolo

Meanwhile he groweth like a wild nettle, / And shooteth up like unto a broccolo, / Papa sendeth him to school, / And expendeth upon him his coins of gold;

a. 2005, The Bread and the Rose: A Trilingual Anthology of Neapolitan Poetry from the 16th Century to the Present, translation of Il Pentamerone: Lo Cunto de li Cunti by Giambattista Basile, →ISBN, page 42:

Like a wild weed meanwhile that infant grows, / and like a broccolo he’s soon in bloom: / he’s sent to school,[…]